So...it's summer. D:

It's sort of surprising -- it seems like school was just starting, and although I still have a strong desire to grow up and be independent, and to do what I want (to an extent) as an adult, I'm kinda sad that it's summer. This year was the oddest year so far, not only in its seeming shortness, but because the events that composed the year were so different from before; I would say that they were boring, but they weren't, but they weren't special, either -- everything was just kinda blurred together, like an oil pastel painting that has been smudged a bit too much.

But summer has come. I really didn't feel this sort of "loss," in a sense, since I wrote that somewhat-depressing entry before New Year's. When I consider what this summer is going to be like, I really can't say that it's going to be very different from school, what with the multiple books to read for English, the torturously enormous history assignment, and the whole of Spanish 3 to master. I guess it's just the idea that this is that time again that I always anticipated; I am indeed happy that it's here and I *did* anticipate, but referring back to the oddness, it's a different kind of anticipation.

Sometimes thousands of words really can't capture the meaning the envelops you at times.

In addition to the backbreaking work to come durante el verano, I hope to write. I sort of have a requirement every day, to be done or else be done with the whole thing forever: I want to read for at least an hour, then write for an hour, then read for a while again, then write more, and then I'll write an additional thousand or so words while I'm on msn and looking up words to learn and learning usages, and that sort of thing. But notice the diction there in the first sentence -- "hope."

On a completely unrelated note, I've noticed that deviantart has become a little boring. Maybe that's just me. Nobody seems to update anymore :/